Gedichten

Variation on a Theme by D. H. Lawrence when the white feet of dancers beat across the stage the sound is like the wings of birds at dawn, fluttering, and when the…

Strike the gay harp! see the moon is on high, And, as true to her beam as the tides of the ocean, Young hearts, when they feel the soft light of her…

No man is an island, Entire of itself, Every man is a piece of the continent, A part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is…

And then I realized that to be more alive I had to be less afraid so I did it… I lost my fear and gained my whole life.

Where , to me, is the loss — Of the scenes they saw — of the sounds they heard; A butterfly flits across, — Or a bird; The moss is growing on…

That it will never come again Is what makes life so sweet. Believing what we don’t believe Does not exhilarate. That if it be, it be at best An ablative estate —…

I know not how it falls on me, This summer evening, hushed and lone; Yet the faint wind comes soothingly With something of an olden tone.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever. Its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness … ―John Keats